I knock twice on the dark wooden door and take a step back on the top of the stairs. I clear my throat and quickly run my fingers through my messy curls that my sister Gemma tried to style earlier.

You and I met in year 9 and immediately became best friends. It wasn’t until two months ago that we both confessed our feelings for each other. I know I’ve only lived for 16 years, but I’ve never felt like this for anyone before. Of course I’ve had crushes, but nothing compares to what I feel for you. A few weeks ago I asked you to be my date to prom, and thankfully you said yes. So here I am, all dressed up in a black suit and tie with a sunflower (your fav flower) in my hand, standing on your doorstep waiting for you. You refused to show me your dress until it was time for prom so I’m so excited to finally see you.

the door opens and there you stand. A little black dress that enhances your curves perfectly. Your hair in curls that falls down over your shoulders. Your soft lips coated in a glittery pink lipstick. You literally take my breath away. “Wow, you look… beautiful” i manage to choke out.